p. 1 | THY WILL BE DONE

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 30, 1867

THY WILL BE DONE.

My God, my Father, while I stray, Far from my home on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, Thy will, O God, be done.

If thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prized—it ne'er was mine, I only yield thee what was thine; Thy will, O God, be done.

E'en if again I ne'er should see The friend more dear than life to me, Ere long we both shall be with thee; Thy will, O God, be done.

Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father, still I'll strive to say, Thy will, O God, be done.

If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to thee I'll leave the rest, Thy will, O God, be done.

Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will, O God, be done.

And when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, Thy will, O God, be done.